A LITTLE MAYHEM NEVER HURT ANYONE
Grueling tensions // Want me in a spiral // I'm waiting to unravel // Twisted motives // Drive me in a circle // I'm dying to untangle
Something pulls her to the mountains and she can't quite explain it. Perhaps it's the urge to patrol the borders as the Court's new Warden, or it's just where her hooves are taking her today. Either way she trots along, using her peripherals to keep a close watch for any sudden, suspicious movement. She is taking her new position very seriously and as such, holds her head up high.
Morrighan feels thankful that something is going right lately considering how the relic hunt had ended. She and the others had come face to face with a large snake guarding the relic. She, like several others, thought she would be strong enough to attack it head on. Not too long after, she was proven wrong when she was sent into a dark abyss and spat back out onto the shore. Even after happening several weeks ago, she's still salty.
Relic or not, she is still the Warden and she wears her new title proudly. So far, there is nothing suspicious happening here. Even with Raum defeated, she doesn't trust a moment of peace. There is always someone out there bound to cause problems and she'd be ready for them.
A noise catches her attention up ahead and her ears flick forward to the mountain. She isn't sure what it is, but it sounds like something in distress. The mare picks herself up into a trot and moves onward, all while listening to shrieks of what seems like a type of bird. When she gets closer, she sees the flapping of wings along with blood splattered in the snow. She watches behind a ledge as the scene unfolds.
Her eyes widen and there is a fury racing through her when she realizes the gryphon is attacking a black timber wolf. Ever since the war back home, she's hated the wolf species. They were not common around Novus, but lately this same wolf has been seen lingering around Denocte. He's always difficult to catch once she spots him and it always pisses her off. Now that she sees the gryphon clearly kicking his ass, she smirks.
The ground beneath the two creatures is stained red from all the blood spilled already. It appears the wolf has a wound to his stomach and the gryphon has his fair share of bites. They are both panting and glaring at each other, the determination clear in their expressions. They will likely die just trying to rip the other apart. At least Morrighan will have entertainment watching the wolf finally get what he deserves.
But then there is a dark figure in the distance.
At first, she thinks it's just a shadow or a trick of the mind, but it appears to be an equine figure. They are still completely black, but have enough of a form to be more than a shadow. The tendrils of their mane blow around in the air even though there is no wind. She cannot see their eyes, but somehow she feels them bearing into her.
Something inside her tells her that it's Caligo.
The mare isn't sure how she knows, but she's almost positive. It's the same feeling she felt during the snowstorm with the colt when she almost left him laying there. Back then, it was the statue that did it, but now… is it really her?
Her gaze had shifted away from where the figure stood, but when she looks back, it's gone. She blinks and feels confused, but there is not much of a moment to think when the gryphon lunges again. At its move, so does the wolf, but it's moving a lot slower than the creature due to the stomach wound. He's determined, Morr will give him that, but he's clearly losing. Her satisfaction was quickly fading and being replaced by an indescribable ache, followed by a sharp pain in her side. She winces.
The gryphon has its talons clamped on the wolf, squeezing him so tight he lets out another howl of pain. Did Caligo make it so she could feel the wolf's pain? It makes her furious, both at the God and the wolf.
Fuck.
Morrighan charges forward, igniting fire at her feet as a warning. The gryphon lets go of the wolf in surprise, but it does not give up yet. Instead, it flies towards the mare and lets out a battle cry. She doesn't hesitate and twists around to kick the creature with her back legs which are entirely engulfed in flame. The gryphon shrieks as its feathers are singed and it falls to the ground in pain. The impact and cold snow snuff out the fire on its body and it quickly gets up and flies off. She snorts and waits until the creature is almost out of view before turning to the wolf.
He looks terrible and is lying on the ground pathetically. For a moment, she wonders if he's dead, but she can see his sides moving with each breath. Morrighan nudges him with her snout. "Get up," she orders in a cold tone, getting a strange sense of déjà vu.
She can hear the wolf laugh under his breath before he moves in an attempt to stand. "So, you finally caught me, eh?"
"Barely. You seemed to be doing a good job of getting yourself killed."
"Maybe, but here you are, my knight in shining armor. Or should I say, my princess?"
"Don't," she spits, her nostrils flaring. "And don't think this changes anything. Your kind disgust me and this was just an exception. Next time, I'll leave you for dead."
The wolf has a cocky smile on his face before Morrighan turns to leave. She doesn't get too far when she hears him call out.
"If we're going to see each other so much, could I at least get your name, fire-hooves?"
"Morrighan," she answers flatly without turning her head.
"Bram."
"Well Bram, you better hope I never see you again," she threatens, only then turning back to give the mongrel the stink eye. He returns it with an even bigger toothy grin. Morr rolls her eyes and continues forward back to the Court keep.
Little does she know that this is just the beginning.
@Random Events"Speaking."
Morrighan feels thankful that something is going right lately considering how the relic hunt had ended. She and the others had come face to face with a large snake guarding the relic. She, like several others, thought she would be strong enough to attack it head on. Not too long after, she was proven wrong when she was sent into a dark abyss and spat back out onto the shore. Even after happening several weeks ago, she's still salty.
Relic or not, she is still the Warden and she wears her new title proudly. So far, there is nothing suspicious happening here. Even with Raum defeated, she doesn't trust a moment of peace. There is always someone out there bound to cause problems and she'd be ready for them.
A noise catches her attention up ahead and her ears flick forward to the mountain. She isn't sure what it is, but it sounds like something in distress. The mare picks herself up into a trot and moves onward, all while listening to shrieks of what seems like a type of bird. When she gets closer, she sees the flapping of wings along with blood splattered in the snow. She watches behind a ledge as the scene unfolds.
Her eyes widen and there is a fury racing through her when she realizes the gryphon is attacking a black timber wolf. Ever since the war back home, she's hated the wolf species. They were not common around Novus, but lately this same wolf has been seen lingering around Denocte. He's always difficult to catch once she spots him and it always pisses her off. Now that she sees the gryphon clearly kicking his ass, she smirks.
The ground beneath the two creatures is stained red from all the blood spilled already. It appears the wolf has a wound to his stomach and the gryphon has his fair share of bites. They are both panting and glaring at each other, the determination clear in their expressions. They will likely die just trying to rip the other apart. At least Morrighan will have entertainment watching the wolf finally get what he deserves.
But then there is a dark figure in the distance.
At first, she thinks it's just a shadow or a trick of the mind, but it appears to be an equine figure. They are still completely black, but have enough of a form to be more than a shadow. The tendrils of their mane blow around in the air even though there is no wind. She cannot see their eyes, but somehow she feels them bearing into her.
Something inside her tells her that it's Caligo.
The mare isn't sure how she knows, but she's almost positive. It's the same feeling she felt during the snowstorm with the colt when she almost left him laying there. Back then, it was the statue that did it, but now… is it really her?
Her gaze had shifted away from where the figure stood, but when she looks back, it's gone. She blinks and feels confused, but there is not much of a moment to think when the gryphon lunges again. At its move, so does the wolf, but it's moving a lot slower than the creature due to the stomach wound. He's determined, Morr will give him that, but he's clearly losing. Her satisfaction was quickly fading and being replaced by an indescribable ache, followed by a sharp pain in her side. She winces.
The gryphon has its talons clamped on the wolf, squeezing him so tight he lets out another howl of pain. Did Caligo make it so she could feel the wolf's pain? It makes her furious, both at the God and the wolf.
Fuck.
Morrighan charges forward, igniting fire at her feet as a warning. The gryphon lets go of the wolf in surprise, but it does not give up yet. Instead, it flies towards the mare and lets out a battle cry. She doesn't hesitate and twists around to kick the creature with her back legs which are entirely engulfed in flame. The gryphon shrieks as its feathers are singed and it falls to the ground in pain. The impact and cold snow snuff out the fire on its body and it quickly gets up and flies off. She snorts and waits until the creature is almost out of view before turning to the wolf.
He looks terrible and is lying on the ground pathetically. For a moment, she wonders if he's dead, but she can see his sides moving with each breath. Morrighan nudges him with her snout. "Get up," she orders in a cold tone, getting a strange sense of déjà vu.
She can hear the wolf laugh under his breath before he moves in an attempt to stand. "So, you finally caught me, eh?"
"Barely. You seemed to be doing a good job of getting yourself killed."
"Maybe, but here you are, my knight in shining armor. Or should I say, my princess?"
"Don't," she spits, her nostrils flaring. "And don't think this changes anything. Your kind disgust me and this was just an exception. Next time, I'll leave you for dead."
The wolf has a cocky smile on his face before Morrighan turns to leave. She doesn't get too far when she hears him call out.
"If we're going to see each other so much, could I at least get your name, fire-hooves?"
"Morrighan," she answers flatly without turning her head.
"Bram."
"Well Bram, you better hope I never see you again," she threatens, only then turning back to give the mongrel the stink eye. He returns it with an even bigger toothy grin. Morr rolls her eyes and continues forward back to the Court keep.
Little does she know that this is just the beginning.
@Random Events
